The Taking of Tressa (f/f)
I first met Tressa 10 years earlier when she was 17 years old and a
student worker at my firm. She then had a glorious head of blonde curls
that drifted down to her cute butt. With milk-white skin, ruby lips, and
curvy body, she made a lovely picture. The envy of all the other women and
the wet dream of all the guys, she was oblivious to her own beauty and the
affect it had on those around her.
A few weeks ago the owners brought a new employee around for all of us
to meet. She and I blurted out at the same time, "I remember you."
Tressa, at 27, had changed somewhat. Gone were the long curls and mini
skirts. Her hair was now an attractive, shoulder-length lightly curly
cut. Designer glasses and short-jacketed business suits and dresses were
her adult ensemble. She had married her college sweetheart three years
ago. Only the luscious ruby red lips had not changed.
I was surprised that I was immediately attracted to her sexually. Of
course I've thought about what it would feel like to be with a woman, but
have never been close to having one. When my husband is away, I fantasize
about screwing a woman and the orgasms are swift and strong. As the weeks
passed, I watched her smile, the turn of her head, her gestures, the way
she floated across a room. I was obsessed with catching a glimpse of her
perfect ass as she moved past me. I could tell when she was nearby without
even looking up--I just sensed it. My work suffered because I only kept one
eye on it and the other eye on Tressa. God, I wanted to make love to
her. Would I ever have the chance to feel her out? Feel her up?
I turned down the happy picture of my husband when I fantasized about
fucking her. I loved him dearly, but this was something else. This was my
secret obsession, my lust, my passion for the sweet female flesh of
Tressa. I must admit, though, my nights with my husband were "hot" when I
closed my eyes and fucked Tressa in my mind.
Sitting at my desk, pretending to concentrate on the papers before me, I
imagined Tressa in red satin high-cut panties and a matching push-up bra. I
could see myself sliding my hand inside to touch her pussy as I thrust my
tongue past those red lips. To suck at the perfumed globes rising so
beautifully from the red bra as she threw her blonde head back in ecstasy
at my touch, would probably make me cum instantly.
I lusted after and fantasized about her for months. Of course, I spoke
with her regarding business and at a few social gatherings, but I was never
alone with her until we both ended up in the lounge one afternoon past
break time.
"How's married life, Tressa?" I questioned.
She looked stunned and her eyes watered. "We broke up a month ago. He's
found someone else."
"Why would a man in his right mind leave a woman as beautiful as you?" I
asked honestly.
"I guess she's more beautiful," she said sadly. "He was making love to
her in our apartment when I came home. I left the same night."
Later that night as I lay atop my husband, realizing that she might be
available, that she might need to be loved, her beautiful face loomed in my
mind. There must be some way I could get her alone. I fantasized again that
she was beneath me, thrashing wildly, moaning my name as I fucked her. I
came very hard as I ground on to my husband's dick. It was even sweeter
knowing that I might actually be able to live out my fantasies.
"Honey, you really are hot tonight," my husband said as I felt his dick
harden in me again. I thought of Tressa as I squeezed him inside me with
the contractions of my orgasm.
The next day as she passed by my desk, I asked Tressa if she would like
to have a drink after work.
"Sure," she said. "We can go back to my place for snacks afterwards." I
looked forward to our 'date' all day.
We went to a dark little bar around the corner for wine
spritzers. Tressa drank quickly as she told me more about her failed
marriage. She was beautiful even in her misery. The drive to her apartment
took less that five minutes. She had moved into a little loft apartment. It
was small, but tastefully decorated. Instead of snacks, she pulled out a
bottle of wine and a bucket of tears.
Realizing my opportunity to touch and comfort, I walked over to her,
took her in my arms and messaged her back. "It'll be okay, honey. I'll be
here for you if you want me." I attempted to kiss her cheek, but her head
moved and my lips landed on hers. I froze. She froze, but didn't break
contact! She was not offended.
At long last I had her in my arms. My mind was roaring, my pussy on wet
alert. I tentatively began to suck her lower lip and she shivered. I eased
my tongue past her teeth and she moaned. I was emboldened by her responses
to me as I licked the salty tears from her face. I put my hands on her ass
and she trembled. She moaned as I proceeded to do lots of little things to
illicit responses. I bit her ears, sucked her neck, squeezed her nipples
and pumped my tongue in her mouth again.
Her knees began to weaken as I slipped my hand in her wet panties to cup
her pussy. I eased her toward a colorfully covered arm chair. She whimpered
as I reached under her dress to remove her panties. God, they were red
satin! Slowly I pulled them down and off. I put them to my face, sniffing
her essence. As of yet, I had not seen the pussy I had held and could
hardly contain myself. I pushed her navy blue sheath up to her waist and
sat her down, spreading her legs. I was about to see her in her full glory.
Blonde hair was sparse on her mostly-shaved pink pussy. Spreading her
pussy open, I examined and caressed each part. I did so very slowly to
prolong my pleasure and hers. Another opportunity might not occur. I moved
a finger up and down her luscious slit as I alternately looked at it and
into her eyes.
"Tressa, honey, do you really want me to make love to you?" She nodded
yes, biting her lip.
I put her legs on the arms of the chair and brought my head to her
shaved mound to lap at the juices I saw escaping--licking her sweet slit
from top to bottom very, very slowly. She moaned from very deep within but
she had not yet spoken any words. My erect tongue pushed into her juicy
pussy right up to the hilt. As I slowly moved it inside her, she
came--spasmed wordlessly.
Burning with lust, I pulled her from the chair and led her to the
bedroom. She merely stood, dazed, in the middle of the floor. I quickly
removed my business suit. At 40 years old(but I look 35),I am health
club-fit. I am as tall as Tressa's 5'8" with sleek black hair cut short and
moussed back. My trademarks are my full red lips and "interesting" earrings
collected from all over the world. I also favor two-piece business suits,
but with short skirts under long jackets. I kicked out of the pumps that
always match any outfit, removed my earrings and underwear and walked
excitedly to my treasure.
I pushed my tongue in her mouth as I raised her dress, cupped her ass
and pulled her toward my pussy. I pulled the dress over her head and let it
slide to the floor. My mouth devoured the tops of her globes held by the
red satin push-up bra. After I came sucking her globes, I removed the bra
and discarded it.
"Tressa, please get on the bed now. I can't wait any longer,
sweetheart," I asked shakily. "I need to feel myself on you so badly. I've
thought about nothing else for months."
She obeyed me wordlessly. She was gorgeous lying there waiting for me,
for what I would do to her body, what I'd done so many times in my
fantasies. Spreading her legs, I put them on my shoulders, cupped her ass
and brought her pussy to my lips again. Slowly, very slowly, savoring, I
took her pussy, drinking from her nectar fountain as I whispered her name.
When she had cum twice, I eased her legs down and spread them
again. Pulling a pillow under her ass, I prepared her for my
pleasure. Crawling on top of her, I lined my pussy up with hers, put my
arms on either side of her head and pressed into hers. The feel of her hot,
shaved pussy on mine, her love-swollen labia pushing into mine, drove me
wild as I screwed her. "Push your pussy up to me, Tressa. That's it,
sweet. Push again. Yes, darling. That feels so good. Now screw your ass,
Tressa. Screw me, baby. I need your pussy, Tressa. Please fuck me back,
honey. I've wanted you for so long. Fuck me as I fuck you," I implored
between kisses as I screwed her as hard as I could. She sighed, grabbed my
ass and lifted herself to me. Her pussy was the center of my universe as I
fucked it madly and endlessly.
Her beautiful young body felt wonderful beneath me. I was out of my mind
with need for it. I kept moaning in her mouth, fucking and fucking and
fucking her pussy. Gloroius waves of orgasm overtook me as I melded with
her. I was finally where I longed to be. I felt her tense below me, push
her pussy to me and we came together yet again.
As I was coming down from my good pussy high, I alternately sucked her
nipples and her tongue. She moaned what I thought was my name. This so
inspired my lust that I ground into her over and over again, cumming like
gangbusters, gushing all over her again.
She opened her eyes, looked into mine and spoke finally. "Can we have
another drink soon?"
I smiled at her first words since I began fucking her. I flipped onto my
back, pulling her with me. I brought her pussy to my face where my mouth
went to work on it. She dripped into my mouth as she came many more times
holding her headboard.
I never had the pleasure of making love to Tressa again. She reconciled
with her husband shortly after our time together. Whenever she and I lock
eyes at work, we both remember our highly charged night of pure passion.
If you do anything worthwhile today, 'do it' with a woman.